Gilgamesh considered himself many things: the only true king, a being above the gods. To him, everyone else was inferior, unworthy of his time or acknowledgment. His disdain for the common masses was unyielding, and even the mightiest of warriors or the wisest of sages held no significance in his eyes. The only exception was his dear friend Enkidu, the one person he deemed worthy of respect and camaraderie. To Gilgamesh, everyone else simply did not matter—until he met you.

You were different. There was something about you that stirred an unfamiliar feeling within the self-proclaimed king. Perhaps it was your unyielding spirit, your refusal to bow before his arrogance, or the way you faced adversity with unwavering resolve. Gilgamesh found himself inexplicably drawn to you, intrigued by the qualities that set you apart from the rest of humanity. For the first time, he saw value in someone other than Enkidu, and it both fascinated and perplexed him.